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  Before he could respond, I sucked his cock into my mouth. I felt him twitch as my tongue ran around the thick head, tracing through his slit to collect every bit of precum he had to offer. My body definitely remembered this. I struggled to swallow all of him, eventually settling for my hand around his base, working in tandem with my mouth. Zach spread his legs wider when he felt my other hand. He’d never been much of one for ass play, but he did love it when I rolled his balls in my palm as I sucked him. He pushed on my shoulder, warning me that he was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, kneading his sac, drawing the orgasm from his body.

  The room was filled with his shouts as he came. That was new. In the past, he’d have gone out of his way to muffle any sounds. I liked hearing him completely lose control. A little too much, given the wet spot on the bed between my legs. Damn, that was more than a little embarrassing. But the important thing was that he came first. It was watching him, tasting him, hearing him, that made me bust my nut.

  I flopped onto the bed next to him, soaking in the warmth of his body. It seemed unfair that we’d just gotten back to this point and it would all be ripped away from us after two nights together. As much as I wanted to believe we’d find a way to make it through, no matter how many times I reminded myself that we’d still see one another every day, there were too many uncertainties. Both of us had jobs to do, and if Zach wasn’t completely focused on his, there was a chance there’d be no position waiting for him at the end of training camp. I wondered if it would be for the best if I tried to convince Liam to switch with me so he could tail Zach and I’d work with deShawn. That way, Zach wouldn’t be distracted by my presence and wishing circumstances were different.

  “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t,” Zach warned me, tightening his grip around my torso. He pressed his lips to my head and I could feel him softly inhaling my scent.

  “Who says I’m thinking about anything,” I argued.

  “I know you, Grif,” Zach pointed out. “We’ve been down this road before and you promised me you weren’t going to make decisions without talking to me this time.”

  “I’m not,” I said, because he was right. Even if my logic was sound, I wasn’t going to do anything without his input. I’d officially learned my lesson.

  “Good, then turn off your damn brain and go to sleep. We have to be up early, and I’m sure you’ve probably got a list of shots you’re supposed to get of me packing up to leave for camp.” Ugh, there was that reminder again. I was seriously beginning to hate my job. My heart wanted to do whatever I could to protect Zach’s privacy, but my assignment required me to do the exact opposite. The only small saving grace was that I had to be behind the camera. We could both rest a little easier in the knowledge that a huge piece of his life would be protected by that mass of plastic and glass between us. He kissed the side of my head again before fidgeting around to get comfortable. “I mean it, Grif. You need to sleep. Don’t overthink us. We’ve been through this shit before, but this time we know what not to do. It’ll be fine.”

  If only I could believe it’d be so simple.

  Fourteen

  (Zach)

  Waking up to a cold bed was something I was used to, but that didn’t mean it didn’t startle me from half asleep to fully awake. This was my last day home until the end of training camp and I’d been hoping to waste it in bed with Griffin. But for that to happen, I had to figure out where the man who’d just promised last night that he wasn’t going to run had disappeared to. I threw the sheet off my legs and hopped out of bed to grab a pair of shorts out of my hamper. No point dirtying a clean pair if I was hoping to shuck them as soon as possible.

  Not only was Griffin missing, so was the damn hamper. That eased my mind a bit, although it annoyed me that he’d apparently woken up early on the only morning we were guaranteed to have just so he could play Susie Homemaker.

  “Grif,” I called out on my way to the bathroom. “Whatever you’re doing can wait. Your ass had better be in that bed and naked by the time I get done taking a leak.”

  I heard him laugh from somewhere downstairs as I closed the door. I leaned against the vanity, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My head was telling me I’d made a huge mistake asking Griffin for another shot at us, but I wasn’t sorry. I might be eventually, but the missing bags under my eyes spoke to what a great night of sleep I’d gotten for once.

  I chuckled as I thought about telling Nixon and Coach I needed Griffin to stay in the dorms with me so I could be well rested for training every morning. It was an amusing thought, but it’d never happen. For one thing, there were strict rules in place regarding anyone who wasn’t a player being in the dorms past nine at night. Rumor had it that a few years back, a rookie with great numbers had been cut from the team during the first week of camp because he didn’t think the rules applied to him. Beyond that, no one could know about Griffin and me. Just having deShawn know was one person too many.

  I shook those ridiculous thoughts from my mind and took a leak, smiling when I heard the thump of my hamper hitting the bedroom floor. We were going to have to talk about him trying to do my housework, because I didn’t want him here for that; I wanted him here as my equal, my partner in everything.

  “Don’t even think about bitching at me,” Griffin warned me as soon as I opened the bathroom door. “You can be pissed about me getting up to do laundry and run the dishwasher, but we both know damn well you’d have forgotten about it and then your shiny new house would’ve been nasty by the time you got back home.”

  So much for cussing him out. I hated it when Griffin introduced logic before I’d had my first cup of coffee in the morning. Instead of doing what he expected me to do, I quickly crossed the room, curling my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Now that we weren’t—I wasn’t—avoiding the chemistry between us, I couldn’t get enough of Griffin. There was no way in hell I’d be ready to say goodbye to him in less than twenty-four hours. Sure, he’d still be there every day, but that’d only make the issue worse, because I’d see him, but wouldn’t be able to touch him. At all. And I’d have to be damn careful about the looking, too, unless I wanted to get both of us in hot water.

  Griffin broke the kiss far sooner than I’d have liked, bending down to rummage through the hamper of clean, freshly folded laundry. I was about to whine for him to get back to kissing me, that there’d be time for laundry later, when he pressed a strip of condoms into my hand. Damn, I loved that man. “Where’d you get these?”

  “Did you seriously think I only got up early so I could wash your dirty drawers?” he teased, pulling me toward the bed. “I made a run to the general store. Did you know it’s still the same crabby old guy working there as when we used to come down here?”

  “Yeah, I had the pleasure of seeing him when I came down to look at this place.” And boy wasn’t that a wonderful experience. I wondered if he’d given Griffin the evil eye the same way he did to me when I walked in. The guy wasn’t overtly homophobic, but you could always tell it pained him when we’d come in and buy condoms. He knew damn well that we weren’t splitting the boxes for a wild night picking up girls. Somehow, I think the guy would’ve been okay with that. But nope, the knowledge that two gay guys were going to have sex and he was somehow facilitating it grated on his nerves. “Did he give you a hard time?”

  “Nope, I’m not exactly the memorable type.” That couldn’t be further from the truth. Griffin always liked to say he was the forgettable one of us, but that was only because mine was the face plastered on televisions every weekend. Not as many people knew Griffin, but those who did would never forget that smile or the way he always stepped in to take care of others. “Besides, I think you’re the one he had a problem with. He couldn’t hate you because you were the hero of Patterson. Probably chaps his ass something fierce that you’re playing for the Breakers now.”

  “Okay, I’m pretty sure this might be the least sexy conversation ever,” I gro
aned. I’d heard of awkward moments in the bedroom before, but in the past day, we’d now talked about my parents and the old dude behind the counter at the general store. “Remember the rule; when we’re in the bedroom, there is no talk about anything other than you, me, and what we plan to do to each other. Deal?”

  “Fine by me.” Griffin caught me off guard and shoved me back on the mattress. “So, would it be okay if I was to tell you I really want you to lose those shorts so I can suck you off while you get me ready? Because it’s been a hell of a long time since we’ve done this and you’re not a small guy.”

  “Much better,” I praised, reaching out for Griffin to join me on the bed. I propped myself up on one elbow, watching as he stripped out of his clothes, folded them, and set them neatly in a pile at the end of the bed. It was nice to know some things never changed; he was as impeccably neat as I was sloppy. “Grif, leave the damn clothes. You can pick them up later.”

  Griffin chuckled. As he kneeled and crawled his way up the mattress, I could see the almost imperceptible shake of his hands. It was reassuring to know I wasn’t the only one who was nervous about what we were about to do. What happened if we weren’t as good as we used to be? I didn’t think that’d be an issue after the fooling around we’d done last night, but it was possible. And it’d kill me if this wasn’t good for him. Now that I’d come around to listening to my heart instead of my head, there weren’t many things that scared me more than Griffin deciding again that he couldn’t do this with me.

  “Relax,” he whispered, carding his fingers through my hair. “It’s just me. We’ve done this before.”

  “I know,” I responded, hating the weakness I heard in my own voice. “That’s what scares me.”

  I swallowed hard, wishing I hadn’t admitted that to him. It wasn’t sexy to hear that your partner was on the verge of a damn panic attack over the thought of having sex. When I tossed an arm over my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see Griffin’s reaction to my fear, I felt his fingers grip my wrist. He pulled my arm away and when I opened my eyes, he was inches from my face, staring at me with those smoldering eyes. At least one of us seemed confident about what was going to happen. “Babe, we’re going to be fine. Think about last night. Was it like it used to be?”

  Hell no it wasn’t. It wasn’t even in the same league as what we’d done when we were younger; it was so much better. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it might’ve been a fluke. I sucked in a deep breath, deciding the best thing to do was trust Griffin and follow my own advice to shut the hell up. Griffin smiled broadly as I willed the tension to release from my body. “There. That’s better.”

  Before I had a chance for my stupid head to ruin the moment again, Griffin doubled over, wrapped his hand around my dick and swallowed me whole. “Fuck, warn a guy, would ya?”

  “I told you this was what I was going to do to you,” he said before teasing the head of my cock with his tongue. Griffin moaned, his eyes never leaving mine as he kept up with his slow torture. I felt around the mattress, coming back with the bottle of lube he’d tossed there earlier. Thank God he was thinking ahead, because no way in hell did I want to stop long enough to gather supplies.

  I squeezed his ass, pulling slightly so he’d reposition himself. If Griffin’s wish for the morning was for me to play with his ass, it’d be rude of me to ignore that request. And yeah, I was anxious to get inside of him again. Wanted to hear him moan. Needed to see the way he fisted the sheets, trying desperately to hold off his orgasm as I fucked him fast and hard, just the way he liked it.

  Griffin stilled when he heard the snick of the cap. His entire body shivered at the first contact of my fingers with his ass. His rhythm on my cock stuttered when the tip of my finger just barely breached his entrance. Griffin was right; there was nothing to be worried about because, like last night, this was light-years beyond what we’d done in the past. Griffin was more responsive, more demanding, begging me to fuck him, rocking back to take my finger deeper into his body. “More, babe. Need more.”

  Fuck, how could I have forgotten how shameless Griffin was about ass play? I swear, the guy would probably be content to curl up on the couch, naked, letting me slowly finger his ass all day until one of us broke, begging the other for more. Adding a second finger into the mix, I curled up, leaning over to kiss the lightly furred globes of his ass. “That better?”

  “Much.” Our eyes met, and I swear his crossed as I curled my fingers, grazing them over his prostate. “Fuck, Zach. So good. Need you.”

  “Soon, baby,” I promised, swatting him playfully on the ass, loving the way his back arched at the contact. “Let me up. I need a break unless you want me coming in your mouth again.”

  Griffin seemed torn, but eventually released my cock. I kneeled behind him, massaging his ass, just taking in the sight of him so damn horny and desperate for me. That would definitely be spank bank material to get me through the next six weeks. Grif’s pleas became needier the longer I rubbed, allowing my thumbs to graze his hole but never enter him. “Fuck, missed this. Missed you.”

  “Missed you too,” he sighed. A hand appeared, holding the strip of condoms. I considered telling him his subtle hints needed some work, but there was nothing subtle about his next strangled plea. “Need more.”

  “Roll over then,” I urged him. “Want to see you when I fuck you.”

  Calling it fucking seemed disingenuous. Even if it was fast and hard, I wanted this to be more than just physical. Knew there was no way to keep it from meaning something. No, as soon as I felt his body wrapped around my dick, that was going to be it. He’d once again barge his way into my heart, and this time, there’d be no letting him go.

  While Griffin got into position, I quickly tore open the condom wrapper and lubed my shaft. I was harder than I’d been in years, watching the needy way Griffin propped his feet on the bed and started fingering himself. The image of him doing that during the time we were apart, thinking about when we’d been together, nearly shattered me. I almost asked if he’d done exactly that, but couldn’t, because there was a chance he’d say no. Keep it together, Kendricks. Don’t think about anything but right now. This moment. This play.

  As badly as I wanted to feel him, I also needed to taste the precum seeping from his slit. I stuck out my tongue and I bent down, pressing Griffin’s hips to the mattress when he tried to buck into my mouth. Later, there’d definitely be time for me to suck him off, but I knew if I didn’t hurry, we’d never get around to the fucking. I tugged him closer to the edge of the bed, smiling when he automatically raised his lower body to rest his legs on my shoulders. This had always been my favorite position, because it let me fuck him deep while bending him in half so I could devour his wicked mouth.

  “Love you,” I muttered at the exact moment I breached his hole, praying it wasn’t a huge mistake to tell him again how I felt. I couldn’t help myself, though, because I knew I had very little time to make him believe things were going to be different this time. Later, I’d figure out how to keep my word to him, but until then, I needed to prove it through both my actions and my words. “So.” Kiss. “Damn.” Thrust. “Much.”

  I paused, giving Griffin a chance to drift from discomfort to ecstasy before picking up a punishing pace. His hands slid up and down my thighs, our mouths seemingly fused together in a passionate kiss. When we finally came up for air, Griffin dug his nails into my flesh, begging me to go even harder. “So close, baby. Wanna come.”

  I smiled against his mouth, reaching between our bodies to curl my hand around his shaft. His moans turned to whimpers, his ass tightened around my cock, and I knew he was right there. Right on the edge of the cliff. I shifted my body, allowing my dick to plunge deeper inside of him, wanting to watch the moment his body was overcome. Ropes of thick cum spurted over his stomach as he screamed my name and it became impossible to go on. With one final, punishing thrust, I succumbed to my own climax, dreaming of a time in the future when it’d be his ass I filled wit
h my cum instead of a fucking condom.

  Griffin grunted as my arms gave out and I collapsed on top of him. When I tried to get my body to cooperate, he wrapped his arms around my back, holding me tight to his chest. “Don’t. I like feeling you on top of me. Just forgot what a damn tank you are.”

  I rubbed my flaccid dick against his. “Thanks. I’ll take that compliment.”

  “Not what I meant.” Griffin smacked my ass before closing his eyes as he traced soft circles over my back. My entire body convulsed in aftershocks of what was, undoubtedly, the best orgasm of all time. “But that’s a beast too.”

  My eyes refused to open, no matter how much I tried. I knew a nap was the next order of business, even though there wasn’t time. Too much to do and zero desire to do anything but lie here with Griffin until we were ready to go again. Griffin chuckled, causing me to crack one eye open. “What’s so funny?”

  “You,” he deadpanned. “Forgot how you pass out after sex. Every. Damn. Time.”

  “Your fault,” I teased, pressing my lips to his forehead. “You wear me out.”

  He shoved at my chest, trying to get me to move. I held him tighter, afraid that if I let him go, he’d be gone when I woke up. After all, he probably had plenty of shit he needed to do today, too. “Sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” God, how did this guy know exactly what was in my head so much of the time? “I’ll finish tidying up, get everything packed, and then we’ll head up to Raleigh.”

  “Don’t wanna,” I protested, already half asleep. Raleigh meant reality, and I wasn’t ready to let go of this fantasy playing out in my house. I wanted to stay here with Griffin, forever. As soon as his body wasn’t pressed to mine, a shiver shot through my body, the cold of losing him soul deep.